Only (feat. Drake, Chris Brown & Lil Wayne)

Nicki Minaj:Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked DrakeOn my life, man, fuck's sakeIf I did I'd ménage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcakeMy man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tapeYeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tapeWorried 'bout if my butt's fake, worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straightThese girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eightWhen I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was lateDinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an updateHut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt tooFuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up toHad to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock isThese hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quizBad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck withI don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutletLet it soak in like seasonin'And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

Chris Brown:Raise every bottle and cup in the skySparks in the air like the Fourth of JulyNothing but bad bitches in here tonightOh, if you lame and you know it, be quietNothing but real niggas only, bad bitches onlyRich niggas only, independent bitches onlyBoss niggas only, thick bitches onlyI got my real niggas here by my side, only

Drake:I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a manBut when that's over, then I'm first in lineAnd the other day in her MaybachI thought, "God damn, this is the perfect time"We had just come from that videoYou know LA traffic, how the city slowShe was sitting down on that big buttBut I was still staring at the titties thoughYeah, low key or maybe high keyI been peeped that you like me, you knowWho the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietlyI mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agreeYeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeahType to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with youYeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortableAss on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair HuxtableOh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with youThe NBA players fuck with youThe bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with youOh, that’s 'cause I believe in something, I stand for itAnd, Nicki, if you ever tryna fuckJust give me the heads-up so I can plan for it

Chris Brown:Raise every bottle and cup in the skySparks in the air like the Fourth of JulyNothing but bad bitches in here tonightOh, if you lame and you know it be quietNothing but real niggas only, bad bitches onlyRich niggas only, independent bitches onlyBoss niggas only, thick bitches onlyI got my real niggas here by my side, only

Lil Wayne:I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked upIf I did fuck she'd be fucked upWhoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right'Cause she actin' like she need dick in her lifeThat's another story, I'm no story tellerI piss greatness like gold is yellowAll my goons so overzealousI'm from Hollygrove, the holy MeccaCalender say I got money for daysI squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my waysMy girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waveThey bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboardMy eyes are so bright, I take cover for shadeDon't have my money? I take mothers insteadYou got the hiccups, you swallowed the truthThen I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloinI'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army gunsSo think about your son and daughter roomsGot two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller gunsAin't thinkin' bout your son and daughter roomsThis is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my niggaThat money talk, I just rephrase it, my niggaBlood gang take the B out behavior, my niggaFucking for reals if you mouth off, I blow your face offI mean, pop-pop-pop, then I take offNow you see me, now you don'tLike Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles16 in a clip, one in the chamber17 Ward bully with 17 bulletsMy story is how I went from "poor me"To, "Please, pour me a drink and celebrate with me"

Chris Brown:Raise every bottle and cup in the skySparks in the air like the Fourth of JulyNothing but bad bitches in here tonightOh, if you lame and you know it be quietNothing but real niggas only, bad bitches onlyRich niggas only, independent bitches onlyBoss niggas only, thick bitches onlyI got my real niggas here by my side, only